VIII

Every Thursday without fail we meet. The positions are wild and the pleasure is intense. I love it when he's gentle and I love it even more when he isn't.

Some Thursdays we just lie and chat, cuddled in each other's arms on the bed. Others we can't wait a single second more, crashing into the motel room, kissing like we'd gone a year without air. Passion so raw it makes the hair on my arms stand up.

I'd stopped having sex with Jacob. He tried but the desire wasn't there. I used excuses of exhaustion. Some nights I said I was feeling unwell. It usually started fights. My mind was always elsewhere.

Waiting for Thursday.

Sitting in my office I smile to myself. It's Friday. I'd stayed a little later last night so he could hold me against the shower wall.

"Bella," his voice sounds so close.

Sighing, I sip my tea.

"Hey! Bella!"

My eyes snap to my door. He stands in the doorframe grinning at me.

"Hey. I was just thinking about you," I stand up behind my desk, "what are you doing here?"

"I got sent to the principal," he shrugs, shutting the door lightly, "I was bad in class. Teacher told me there would be a cane involved."

"Oh really?" I roll my eyes, giggling.

"Yep," he moves around my desk, pulling me into his arms for a sweet hello kiss, "god I missed you so fucking much."

"You saw me last night," I remind him.

"And?" He shrugs.

"I missed you too," I lean up to press my lips to his, keeping our kiss slow.

"I have amazing news," he says, "do you have plans this weekend?"

"Umm. Yeah," I nod, "take a bath and think of you while I'm in it."

"How about you come with me to Seattle and we could take that bath together?" He asks suggestively.

"How could we do that?" I raise an eyebrow, running my hands down his chest.

"I have to see a colleague at a hospital in Seattle for a consultation on his surgery. I thought maybe you could come with me and we could make a weekend out of it. You'd be in the hotel for a bit tomorrow but we could go out after I'm finished. We could have an actual date," he offers, "kiss in public, hold hands. Then take a bath tomorrow night with a massage from yours truly."

"How do I explain that to Jake? 'Hey, I'm going to Seattle with another guy. There's frozen lasagna in the freezer'?" I shake my head.

"I can't help you there, baby. You're going to need to figure that part out alone," he says, "but I could give you a sneak peek of what it'll all look like right now. Some inspiration perhaps?"

He pushes me slowly against the edge of my desk, dropping to his knees before me.

"Oh god," I bite my lip in anticipation.

It's 2pm.

"We can't. Anyone could come through the door," I look back over my shoulder.

"It's locked," he shoves my skirt up my legs, a little rough and desperate, "I locked it."

It's a fight to muffle the moans, my hand pressed against my mouth as he fingers me, licks my swollen bud.

A leg is thrown over his shoulder, eyes looking up at me. Watching me respond to the sensations he's causing. Each gasp of surprise and pleasure spurring him on.

I'm annoyed when he stops pulling my skirt down hurriedly.

"The door," he whispers, "someone knocked."

"Bella,"

I gasp, looking down at him in fear,

"Jake," my eyes wide.

"Try to get rid of him," he whispers.

He cramps in under my desk. Thankfully the wood reaches the floor concealing him from Jake's view when I unlock the door.

I hope I'm not flushed. I hope he can't tell that I was moments from an earth shattering orgasm.

Cock block.

"Why is the door locked?" He's cranky.

"I was changing," I say, "I spilled some juice on my top in the cafeteria. Some of the kids were a bit rowdy."

"Whatever," he walks in.

I return to the other side of my desk, trying not to look down. Sitting in my chair, I pull myself in, legs spread either side of Edward's lap.

"What the fuck happened with my car?" Jacob growls.

Edward's hand strokes my ankle, supportively.

"Huh? What do you mean, Jake?" I ask.

"It's fucking unregistered. Did you pay it? I got pulled over by your fucking father. The asshole fined me. You'll need to pay for that too," he shuts the door.

Probably so he can yell.

"It slipped my mind," I open my laptop, "I can pay it now. You know you should really be covering this. I got you the car because you wanted it. I didn't realise this would become my commitment."

"Oh fuck off. You're just jumping at the chance to pull me down a peg. Your mind is everywhere lately. What the fuck is with you?" He spits out.

"I've just been tired. Work has been tiring," I say, "I'll pay it now. Oh, also I'm visiting Rosalie this weekend."

My best friend. My fall guy without realising she is my fall guy. She lives in Seattle. Visits when she can to see me. Hates the shit out of Jacob. It's a mutual hate between them both.

"Why?" He growls.

"She broke up with a guy," I shrug, "I think she needs support. She hasn't been the same since Em."

"Didn't she fuck Cullen for a while?" He asks.

"Emmett? Yeah. But it didn't work out," I say typing into my laptop, "she's too hot headed. I think the rebounds are doing more bad than good."

She had dated Edward's brother. She knew the Cullens a lot better than I ever had. They'd dated when he was here visiting Edward. Bumped into one another at the store and realised they both lived in Seattle. They dated but she dumped him after a year. Regretted it ever since, both were just too proud to fix it. She's slept with him on and off since, pretending each time it never happened.

"She's a fucking skank," he growls.

"Hey," I shout at him, "can you not do this right now? I'm not in the mood to hear this."

"Why? You talk shit about my friend," he crosses his arm.

"Because Paul hits on me and you let him," I sigh, "he's inconsiderate, tardy and he is inappropriate."

"Whatever. He made one comment about your tits. I smacked his head for it," Jake shrugs, "when will you be back home?"

"Sunday," I say, "probably by the evening."

I may want a morning delight with my handsome, handsy doctor. Speaking of his hands, they're on my thighs.

"Fine. I'll be having a party if that's the case," he says, "get around a few of the boys for the game."

"Please don't make a huge mess of the house," I sigh.

"I'm a grown man, Isabella," he shakes his head, walking out of my office.

He slams shut the door, making me jump slightly, as it vibrates against the wall.

Sighing I lean forward, pressing my head against my desk. Wishing it all away. All of it except for the person below me.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. You?" He asks gently.

"Yeah," I huff.

"I can't believe he talks to you like that," he says.

"That wasn't so bad," I lean back looking down at his face.

"You don't deserve that. He doesn't deserve you," he looks annoyed.

"Yeah well it's be yelled at like that or deal with really hurtful, personal jabs," I shrug, "bring up my inability to conceive."

"No, he just went for your father and friend. You're Rosalie Hale's friend?" he asks.

"Yep," I push back slightly from my desk so I can see him a little clearer between my legs.

"She is the only woman to pussy whip my brother," he laughs affectionately, "he's still into her. Accidentally said her name while having sex with another woman last week."

"Really? They broke up months ago." I grin.

She'd die for that information. It would make her whole year. She was petty and enjoyed getting a rise out of her ex.

"I know," he smirks.

"Your mine all weekend," I suddenly smile, "I get to have you to myself."

"Your mine," he pushes my legs open again and inches me forward, "right now. I have a job to finish."

An excited squeal leaves my mouth as he tugs me toward him so my ass is on the edge of my chair, his face diving between my legs again.

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